I//MUST//be//OUT//of my//HEAD

[Unbridled Freedom]

// t r o u b l e
I must be
out of my head

It's who and what I am;; T r o u b l e
Deep voice, lanky;; h e l l i o n
Maybe you'll know my blood;; U n k n o w n
I am not some colt;; F o u r winters
Same outside as it is inside;; E b o n y
Taller than the average;; 17.2hh
Trying to see the beauty;; V i o l e t optics
The wind's toys;; O n y x locks & banner
Does anything make me unique?;; A few s c a r s
Lost in the jungle;; D a r k Class

This is me.

I play it cool. I don't let the other equines faze me. They can get in my face, try and get under my skin, they can push me around but I won't freak out. Yeah, when I get pissed I'm deathly cold but that's it. I'm not the type to really care. I'm not really competitive in that way; I don't believe in being some big brute and pushing every one around. I'm kind of quiet and keep to myself. I don't go around flirting with every single femme that comes my way. My twin sister is like that; always flirting with any stag who passes her way. I don't know how she can simply put herself out there like that all the time. You see, most vixens don't really catch my attention and I don't like to go after them. It's not like I don't like them, it's just that they all seem the same.

I suppose you could say I’m more on the depressed side. No… I’m not depressed, I just don’t care, more of a dark poet type. I’m not into all the social stuff; I don’t want to be some super star like that. Then again I get bored; and since I have nothing to lose I do whatever the hell I want. Yeah, yeah… Bad boy. All the fillies love a bad boy. I just… I don’t want to be labeled. I do whatever I want because I’m not into anything and then suddenly I’m labeled. I think it’s my sister running her big mouth again. Some how she had plenty of ‘friends’ and then she brags about me. It’s like she feels sorry for me so she decides to put me out there; into her world. Well I don’t want to be there. I prefer my own, thanks. But then there’s this part of me who wants to go out there, break all the rules and be in the spotlight. Maybe it’s just the adrenalin rush I get from it, I don’t know.

You know, there are so many labels that get put on me; punk, emo, bad boy… The list goes on. I am me, I am not some average equine who blends in with the rest. Some of those labels may be true but if you actually got to know me then maybe you’d find out what I’m like. Who I am, and not what rumors say.

How it all happened.

I was born into a full dark herd, my sire the dark king of the lands my dam just a normal herd vixen. I was nothing special, mostly ignored by the herd. I was born a twin to my sister, Chaos. Chaos tries to forget my existence while she prances around, full of herself. She claimed she was the youngest in the herd, I suppose it was true for I was born first. Yes, Chaos was the only filly sired by my father. She loved that fact and thought she was all that. I hated it because I was nothing new, I was just another son, just another colt. That is why I never really hung out with the other colts or around with my herd, I knew I was nothing special so I decided just to stay out of it. Well I guess there was one thing that made me different from all the other colts, I hade violet eyes. Since I thought that that made me unique I went to go hang out with the other colts. I fit it and was it was normal, we hung out for a long time and then I got bored so I went solo once more.

When it was my first birthday I noticed a filly on the outskirts of my herd. She was hiding in the forest that bordered the large meadow, only her dial visible. Her coat was golden but her whipcords where ebony like my own. The thought of another filly that wasn’t related to me in any was quite exciting at the time so I galloped up to her at full speed. She noticed me coming and bolted in the other direction. She quickly disappeared into the shadows and I didn’t see her again until a few days later. I was out grazing when I saw her watching my herd once more. This time I wouldn’t rush up to her and scare her away. So I walked along the border and finally came up to her. ‘Hello’ I had said. She looked quite startled and bolted away, again. I sighed and walked back to my herd. This time it took a week before she came back. When she did I circled around her and came up from behind her so if she decided to run she couldn’t go backwards like she always did. Once I was behind her I asked her ‘What is your name?’ Without even looking back the filly bolted forward straight into my herd. The filly halted once she noticed what she had done. All optics were on her and she looked terrified. She wheeled around and bolted back to me. Her breathing was heavy and her chest rose up and down very quickly. She came right up to me and put her head against my chest. I could feel her breaths on me and the warmth that came form her. She didn’t say anything; she just stood there with her head against my chest.

My father soon came to see what was going on because he had witnessed what had happened as well. Now that I think back to it I had made up a pretty good lie to cover up what had happened. I told my father that I had found this filly in the forest and captured her as a slave. My father gave me a wicked grin and nodded. He was going to teach me about slaves soon any way so he believed me. He gave me a wink then left just as quickly as he had come. The filly looked up at me. ‘Am I really your slave?’ She had asked. I thought about it but I already knew the answer because I had been lying. ‘Tell me your name and you won’t be my salve.’ I said. The filly nipped me on the shoulder, even making me bleed. ‘What was that for?’ I asked. ‘You were lying about the slave thing, I’m not that stupid. And my name is Dark Sunshine. What’s yours?’ She asked me. ‘Trouble.’ I said. She nodded then began to speak again. ‘I will stay with you Trouble, but this is out of my free will.’ I understood and agreed to this.

It was almost my second birthday and I knew I was going to be kicked out of the herd soon. I wanted Dark Sunshine to come with me, I wanted her to run away with me and begin our own dark herd together. As it neared my second birthday I told her what I wanted. I told her that I wanted to come with me and begin out own dark herd. She had looked a bit shocked. It took her a few moments to answer but when she did I felt my heart sink. She told me that she couldn’t, and that she was going to leave that night. I flooded her with questions to why she didn’t want to come or just stay with me. She answered none of my questions and when the sun set she bid me goodbye and left. I never saw her again but my heart has healed from that and I can’t trust many vixens now, I can’t love in fear that she will just break my heart.

It may not seem as though I belong to the dark class, but trust me, if you decided to figure me out, you'll realize that I am what I say I am.